The Cabin

Layla/ Sebastian: Warm Milk

I was lying on my bed reading Of Mice and Men when the alarm went off again. Did they leave? Did Bash leave? I waited. Then there was a knock on my door. "Layla. Please join me at the table. We have a lot to discuss." Mr. Williams' voice called out through the door. Mr. Williams seemed off. His voice seemed off, but I didn't know how to describe it. I felt a sense of uneasiness, but I set my book down to the side of me. I got up and started my way downstairs.

Mr.Williams was sitting at the table in his normal spot, he looked deep in thought. I broke his concentration. A forced smile crossed Mr. Williams' face as he gestured to my open chair. "Please have a seat Layla," Mr. Williams said. I continued walking over to the table. I sat down and we remained still and silent for a few moments. Mr. Williams clasped his fingers together and set his elbows on the table.

"Layla, I have a few questions for you." Mr. Williams stated. I could feel a pit beginning to grow in my stomach, but I tried to play it cool. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Layla, do you believe a person is responsible for their actions?" Mr. Williams asked as we locked eyes. I nodded my head once."Wonderful" Mr. Williams said, his eyes became cold. "Layla, do you believe that consequences should reflect the severity of the action?" Mr. Williams continued. I nodded again. Where was he going with this?

"Fantastic. Layla, would you please follow me?" Mr. Williams asked as he got up from his chair.

Mr. Wiliams lingered and waited for me to mirror his actions. I got up from my chair, and Mr. Williams extended his hand out to me. Although this was a kind and polite gesture, I felt no reassurance. Mr. Williams was not himself right now. I was not safe. When I reached for his hand, a cold chill went down my spine. Mr. Willimas grabbed my hand tight, too tight for comfort. Mr. Williams led us to the bathroom and he turned the light on. "After you." Mr. Williams said as he released my hand. I walked into the bathroom and felt Mr. Williams follow close behind me. He was so close, I could feel his breath run down my neck.

"Layla, have a look around and then please tell me what is wrong." Mr. Williams ordered. I began to look around but kept myself from looking at my perfume. If I found it immediately, then Mr. Williams would suspect I knew about it all along. I looked around. Honestly, I saw nothing out of place. My perfume seemed like it was still tucked away.

"Any ideas Layla? Mr. Williams asked. I shook my head. Two arms wrapped around me. One ended up around my jaw and the other wrapped around my neck. "Then look closer!" Mr. Williams yelled. Mr Williams manuvered me around and we slowly rotated around the bathroom. I couldn't get my footing right so my feet dragged.

We made two rotations and as we did, fear took over me. I didn't recognize this Mr. Williams. Tears filled my eyes and it clouded my ability to see. "Fine!" Mr Williams said. I was lowered slightly and my feet found their footing on the floor, but that didn't last long. My legs were swept out from under me. Before I was able to comprehend it, I was falling and I was falling fast. Luckily, for me, my hands broke my fall, but my left palm hurt more than expected.

Footsteps moved from my side over to the shower. I tried looking up at him but the tears in my eyes made everything fuzzy."Three Towels? Seems a bit excessive for a man living alone" Mr. Williams explained harshly. I was then hit but two things, I am guessing he threw my towels at me. Footsteps approached, two arms wrapped around my torso and the world started spinning. When I looked up, I was now facing the sink. Mr. Williams had spun me around and he was now standing by the sink.

"Recognize this?" Mr. Williams asked as he held something small in his hand. I assumed this was my perfume bottle, but I didn't answer.

"You don't? Huh, that's astonishing because Sebastian immediately did." Mr. Williams erupted. I was afraid he was going to throw it at me like he did the towels so I raised my hands to protect my head. Mr. Williams retreated and stood in the door frame. "Please join me at the table. Our discussion is not yet over." Mr. Williams said coldly and then took off again. I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't find the strength to get on my feet. My legs were too weak and all of my joints felt too stiff. The only thing that motivated me to get up, was the fear of what would happen if I didn't.